Ooo child you got skinny!
You look itty bitty
Come here, get a plate, anything you want, any
We’ll mend your poor stomach, depraved of what’s owed
But we’ll leave your soul mendless, girl what do you know
About the sacrifices of many, but can’t describe any
From the time you were little, we gave you things, many
You owe us ‘til death, we brought you up on our own
And ignored the little signs, maybe you’d care if you’d known
Ooo child, this room’s a mess, what flew through here?
There must be a twister somewhere… near
Pick up all this shit and place where it belongs
The material items we got you, ‘fore we skin you to bone
Ooo child, you want a whipping, that much must be true
Because you know better, who did this to you?
This is not what we’ve taught you, it’s all incorrect
Don’t raise your voice at me, girl, show your respect
‘But you hurt me so much, please let me show you how’
Say one more thing and you’ll be taking a bow!
Over the bed, my knee, the next thing I see
If you do not pull together, yourself, girl you’s me
You represent us, so what’s good for your health
Is to act like you’ve got sense and maintain your learned stealth
Ooo girl, watch your mouth, we ain’t keep you from daddy
For you to be like him, the resemblance is uncanny
You smoked, girl, you drank? Now we feeling like grammy
Pushed away all you’ve learned from us wasted on Remy
Weed, E’s, LSD, greens
Drinking straight from the bottle, you represent him with ease
Like he was your savior, better listen to God
You know of all things two peas come from the pod
You’ve got his genes, his face, his personality
The only thing good being art, through which you’ve learned rationality
Ooo, child, you look like him, don’t act like him too!
That’s how it continues, his traits, but through you!
You’re becoming his clone, yeah you stupid drug addict
We give you our money, you spend it on hash shit
Whatever that is, these days we truly don’t know
But you’re smoking the devils leaves, sins of your own
To cope, to get high, to block out your realities
Don’t you point the finger at us, now let’s skip the formalities
We give and we give and you soil in return
All the good things for you that we so often yearn
Ooo child, you so selfish, just thinking ‘bout you
When you should be wondering how to help this family too
No money no job and damn, no aspirations
Your goals are far fetched, for which we don’t give donations
You act like we owe you some shit, reparations?
We never slaved you, held you in contempt,
All we’ve done is love you like you’re heaven sent
When really… you’re hell bent.